( there's a part of it that stings — even though she knows better. don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to, natasha. maybe this is karma, payment for what she'd kept insisting over and over again (to bucky, to ash, to steve, to tony — it's complicated).
she's not arrogant enough to think he'd killed because of her. but if she'd been a factor — )
i was, too
when do you think they'll let you out?
me very belatedly realizing i didnt actually send this despite typing it
[ its always complicated. being honest about it feels like the best he can do, but right now, staring at the ceiling of his cell -- he thinks he probably owes her a conversation.
maybe. ]
A week, apparently.
[ he's not gonna question them directly, but the fact that a week in jail is sufficient for literally killing people is only going to weigh on him more. ]
[ maybe he'll break out! but he won't. it'll make things worse, draw a bigger target. the best thing he can do now is just -- lay low. wait out the week. sort through the mess in his head. ]
( no reason to continue to linger awkwardly in the alley behind the restaurant, anyway. he might be in jail but she's still wearing his collar (and will have to do so in public, no matter how much natasha wants to rip it off and throw it at a wall right now) — the guards won't bother her while she has that.
it feels cold to just sign off that way, so after a few minutes: )
anyone else you might be standing up that i should reach out to?
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she's not arrogant enough to think he'd killed because of her. but if she'd been a factor — )
i was, too
when do you think they'll let you out?
me very belatedly realizing i didnt actually send this despite typing it
maybe. ]
A week, apparently.
[ he's not gonna question them directly, but the fact that a week in jail is sufficient for literally killing people is only going to weigh on him more. ]
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( 'pick up', break out, same difference.
maybe the time apart will be good for them. )
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[ maybe he'll break out! but he won't. it'll make things worse, draw a bigger target. the best thing he can do now is just -- lay low. wait out the week. sort through the mess in his head. ]
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( no reason to continue to linger awkwardly in the alley behind the restaurant, anyway. he might be in jail but she's still wearing his collar (and will have to do so in public, no matter how much natasha wants to rip it off and throw it at a wall right now) — the guards won't bother her while she has that.
it feels cold to just sign off that way, so after a few minutes: )
anyone else you might be standing up that i should reach out to?
( ok, that maybe wasn't any better. )
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Just you, Nat.
[ well -- not quite, in that this slip in behaviour is letting a lot of people down. but especially her. ]
I'm sorry. We can talk once I'm out.
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if you think i’m angry now
it’ll be worse if you don’t call me if you need something while you’re locked up
so keep me on speed dial, david